Happy Festivus!
May all your holiday dreams come true, even if they involve two pornstars double-teaming a candycane. Big things coming coming in 2011. Real big things. Stay tuned so you can say 'i knew him back in the day'....
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u tell em hank
>> Tuesday, December 21, 2010
"Don't tell me what to feel. All my fuckin' life people have been telling me I do things wrong, I'm always the fucking asshole, and I look around and I see everyone else is infinitely more fucked- up than I am."
aaaand
>> Monday, December 20, 2010
march 12 providence, rhode island bright eyes. never seen live, should be great
Sofuckingstoked
feb 18 worcester, mass....gonna see thursday play for the first time since 2004. fucking, yes
Holy Fuck......
>> Saturday, December 18, 2010
This site hit the 10,000 views mark today....who the fuck are you people???? Well, to re-introduce myself, I am Adam Schirling, and I will one day be one of the great American novelists and poets....or a homeless alcoholic frozen to death in some back alley. Either way, something will happen...
Read more...much to do
>> Thursday, December 16, 2010
if this adventure is to have any plausible return. time to write and write and write until it spews from my eyes and ears. no distractions save the usual: tattoos, alcohol, and fucking. need to get serious now. need to change the world one fucked up line at a time. force your style upon them. transcend the posers. embrace the lifestyle. write and write and write. gain momentum. win. don't let the swine take you
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new drinks
the first sip
of a new alcohol
is not unlike
the first kiss
from a pretty girl
you have coveted
for a long time
shocks you at first
strong and bold
makes your eyes water
and knees weak
then the warmth comes
rolls down your throat
into your gut
spreading a thick wave
of pleasent heat through
your whole body
your mind wanders
and you recall other first
kisses
some disgusting and cheap
and others beautiful and
elegant
some sexy and dangerous
and some
just welcoming
all are important to
who you are now
I glance down
into this glass
and close my eyes
and my lips tingle with anticipation
of another kiss
a bitter taste
>> Monday, December 13, 2010
the sweet stench of betrayal is string in my nostrils these days. The very institution that I have given so much of my blood sweat and youth to, at the first oppurtunity, has thrown me to the wayside to be pecked at by the vultures in the bitter New England cold. No more can I suffer these injustices. No more can I stand idly by while people I despise profess to do 'whats best for me'...7 years completely wasted. I should have just gone to community college and sold drugs.
I can not, will not, take anymore. Fuck them. I will give only the minimum effort to sustain myself until the end of this nightmare comes. Never again will I shed a drop of sweat for these charlatans. Betrayal. Bitter betrayal. Belief system bleeding and dying on the floor, while people walk by indifferent. I am only concerned for my own survival. Theyve taken enough from me......
>> Sunday, December 12, 2010
sometimes you have to wash off the paint to reveal to the world the jackass underneath-kenny powers
this quote means very much to me these days. the schirling has been a horrible person to people that love him.the schirling has been selfish, and he deserves the awful things that may very well happen to him at this point. the truth is he deserves to be alone ane miserable and to suffer the pain he has inflicted upon others. this is his last hope at redemption, and he knows it all too well.. i commmit myself fully to this, and buk's observation that if you know you are losing your soul, then you still have a soul left to lose.......this weighs heavily on his mind. i hope it is not too latte....
Rome is burning....
It's that time of year again. The time when we pretend to love friends and family again. Like the 2 dollar Hallmark card makes up for a year of distant acquiantance..The time when we suck on the tit of the capitalist and materialistic machine that we now use to celebrate the Christian bastardization of a neo-pagan ritual. The songs, the wrapping paper, the tinsel, the lights....it makes me want to vomit. it's all an illusion. where we can tell ourselves we are good people. where we can embrace each other in the guise of holiday spirit. fake, all fake. there is no fat trespasser in a jolly red suit coming to bring us gifts. there is no spirit of christmas that makes us more pleasent to be around. if we had any sense whatsoever in our disgusting brains we could feed and clothe our nations homeless with a small percentage of the cash we spend buying twinkling lights and pointless and unneeded presents. i hate walking into any store and my senses being assualted with this hoax. On christmas evening, I will do the same thing I do every night: drink a stiff drink, watch a movie, eat chineese takeout, and fall into a drug induced state. Happy fucking festivus
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the road is forking...
>> Friday, December 10, 2010
it looms ahead of me in the not so distant future...a big fucking offramp. to stay straight is to accept reason and order and adherence to cultural standards in my life. I will become a harmless drone. I will stop rebelling against all that has been shoved down my throat for years. I will fondly remember years from now the times when I lived according to my own will and my actions were dictated by whim. yes this highway is safe...warm...comfortable....chance of dying old and surronded by loved ones high.....but then there is this offramp coming. I have seen the signs for miles. its presence can no longer be ignored. this offramp offers me my last chance to veer of this path of the accepted and blissful. its a sharp turn onto a unlit and unpaved road that I am not sure goes anywhere at all, perhaps even straight over a cliff....i cant ignore this offramp. i cant ignore what i feel to be my destiny. i cant become one of them. to stay on this road is certain philosophical and emotional death. my hands shake on the steering wheel now, the turn ahead of me...do i have the courage, the fortitude, the true fucking grit to grin and give the uncertainy of fate the finger. i do my friends. i should have known all along this safe higheway isnt for me. the fact that i am naked in this car with a case of whiskey and stack of pornos on the seat next to me shouldve been my first hint. grinning now, I step on the gas,.....fuck it. lets do this....
Read more...enough is enough
>> Thursday, December 9, 2010
Listen, you fuckers, you screwheads. Here is a man who would not take it anymore. A man who stood up against the scum, the cunts, the dogs, the filth, the shit. Here is a man who stood up.
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Give me strength today, WSB.......
"I am not one of those weak-spirited, sappy Americans who want to be liked by all the people around them. I don’t care if people hate my guts; I assume most of them do. The important question is whether they are in a position to do anything about it. My affections, being concentrated over a few people, are not spread all over Hell in a vile attempt to placate sulky, worthless shits." — William S. Burroughs
Big Uncle Buk.......I fucking love you
>> Tuesday, December 7, 2010
"great writers are indecent people they live unfairly saving the best part for paper. good human beings save the world so that bastards like me can keep creating art, become immortal. if you read this after I am dead it means I made it."
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